Verse
Wooden floor worn thin and pale
Chalk dust rising like a veil
Boards remember every heel
Bone deep groove, I feel it still
Old hall breathing through the cracks
Sweat and smoke on our backs
Grandmother's slippers, same worn wood
Same four corners, understood
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel the floor talking
Under every step we take
Something buried, something walking
Rising up with every shake
Chorus
Dust on the dancefloor bones
Dust on the dancefloor bones
We are never dancing alone
Dust on the dancefloor bones
Verse
Nails and pine and candle wax
Forty summers, cracked and stacked
Their footprints under my own
This floor keeps what we've outgrown
Speakers hum where fiddles played
Same beat, different decade
Chalk lifts up into the light
Settling soft on skin tonight
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel the floor talking
Under every step we take
Something buried, something walking
Rising up with every shake
Chorus
Dust on the dancefloor bones
Dust on the dancefloor bones
We are never dancing alone
Dust on the dancefloor bones
Bridge
I am the weight that presses down
I am the print that stays around
Every crack holds a name
Every board remembers the same
Long after we are gone from here
Someone else will disappear
Into rhythm, into grain
Dancing us alive again
Chorus
Dust on the dancefloor bones
Dust on the dancefloor bones
We are never dancing alone
Dust on the dancefloor bones
